{So, you were trying to escape from the FBI, again. Perhaps you had managed to escape before, even with ease, but from the moment Clarice M. Starling had opened your file, your fate had been sealed. She was one of the best, if not the best agent, despite the fact that the higher ups at the bureau were in charge of not letting her act as such. She wouldn't let you escape.}

"—I won't repeat it again, put your gun down and your hands up!"

Clarice spoke to you calmly, but raised her voice as a symbol of authority. She didn't want to have to spill blood, but she wasn't going to let you loose either.